With such a commanding presence and atmosphere, Wen Xuanming didn't dare to utter even a slightly stern word, let alone question the ordering.
After the waiter guided the two in, Musheng snapped his fingers, "Serve the dishes we ordered just now." The waiter nodded, then stepped aside and exited, leaving Wen Xuanming and Jin Suqing feeling involuntarily constrained. They remained uneasy until Musheng casually pointed to a seat, "Please, have a seat."
It seemed polite and considerate, yet the formidable aura that came without anger made it impossible for Wen Xuanming and his companion to take such courtesy for granted. They sat down trembling, the composure they had just managed to maintain no longer in sight.
